“Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing what for across the morning sky.” — Jerry Garcia Copy Share Image
Think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
As for me, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are now only the subtlest imaginable essences, which would not stain the morning sky. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“How are you feeling?” “Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled. He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled. He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The sun never sets on the British Empire. But it rises every morning. The sky must get awfully crowded. — Steven Wright Copy Share Image
“Thank you for the sun you brought this morning even though the sky was full of clouds.” — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“And in that very moment, away behind in some far corner of the city, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“I go to the window of my top floor hotel room and gaze out, not at the glittering city, but at the… — J.A. Redmerski Copy Share Image
“Pretty is different,' he murmured. 'Pretty has no scars. You are...' jaw muscles tensed again. 'Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not… — Aleksandr Voinov Copy Share Image
“Some days the rain just seemed to fit, and today felt like one of those days. The morning sky was dark, layered… — Kimberly Derting Copy Share Image
“Good morning sky," responded the little stream. "How beautiful and blue you are today." "Yes, I am," responded the beautiful sky. I… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“The nighttime sky is all about yesterday. The light that you're seeing from the stars happened millions of years ago. Looking at… — Robin Schwarz Copy Share Image
“If I don’t wear anything, I’d probably make the food go off, and the children run away screaming. What with all the… — Aleksandr Voinov Copy Share Image
“The coming together of a man and woman was a holy thing, after all. God had chosen this way of replenishing the… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The principle tragedy of my life is, like all tragedies, an irony of Destiny. I reject real life as if it were… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“Things that remind me of Mother are these: the truth ‘mid deception, a warm summer breeze, the calm within chaos, a stitch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“And if you wish to receive of the ancient city an impression with which the modern one can no longer furnish you,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Wyatt squeezed my hand, and it was light enough now that I could see his free hand pointing to a tree silhouetted… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“When we neared the orchard a flock of birds lit from its outer rows. They hadn't been there long. The branches shook… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“And if you wish to receive of the ancient city an impression with which the modern one can no longer furnish you,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Afghan Girl Ice blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I… — Edna Stewart Copy Share Image
“Shopping Dana Gioia I enter the temple of my people but do not pray. I pass the altars of the gods but… — Vaddhaka Linn Copy Share Image
“It all seems like a dream, now. Gray, old men ambling about a bookstore in the old Jewish quarter of Paris. As… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“Ah! If I could paint my mind with the colors of the morning sky, how magnificent my life would be!” — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
“And they wandered side by side, each talking at the top of his voice, for his own benefit, as the stars grew… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love. — Elvis Presley Copy Share Image
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